Finishing that first essay of the semester is always one of those moments I cherish. It seems as though some degree of metaphorical weight has been lifted from my shoulders. No, it isn't perfect. Yes, I will re-draft it before handing it in on Thursday but all the heavy work is done. The worst of the reading has been relegated to my distant memory, never again to resurface until some time around week 12 when the prospect of exams send me into a proverbial tizzy. (Note to self: look up proverbial and make sure you are using the term properly).
So, it is done. I'm a week behind schedule but it is done a week before it's due.
Success.
I have to be up for work in five and a half hours.
Fail.
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